I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ‘s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They ‘d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
I never hear the word “escape”
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.
I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars, —
Only to fail again!
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, — as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun
I bring an unaccustomed wine
To lips long parching, next to mine,
And summon them to drink.
Crackling with fever, they essay;
I turn my brimming eyes away,
And come next hour to look.
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me, —
lines from selected poems of Emily Dickinson
..setting a fancifully impossible standard for this humble blog
I am afraid that these lines do not reflect truth so much as my attraction to the words themselves. But then, that is a kind of truth as well!